Betrayal Marriage Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, desperately hoping to wake up from this surreal reality. When I opened my eyes, the truth hit me like a ton of bricks. Bewilderment engulfed me, freezing me in place. The ground beneath me shifted, and I stood on the precipice of a truth I never imagined. My husband, married for five years, was gay. In that agonizing moment, my world shattered. Tears flowed down my cheeks uncontrollably. Emotions overwhelmed me—a storm of hurt, shock, and betrayal intertwined into a tumultuous whirlwind.

Passing by his grandmother's bedroom, he saw her holding a photo in remembrance. The smile on his grandfather's face froze instantly. His grandfather touched his head in disappointment and sent him off to play. He couldn't resist and ran back curiously. He peeked through the door and saw his usually affectionate grandfather and grandmother arguing. On the photo that had fallen to the ground, there was a man's figure. From that moment on, all his beautiful fantasies about love were shattered. The corresponding noun for marriage was betrayal, and his ex-wife, the main culprit who destroyed his most respected grandparents' marriage.

I heard the camera clicking away as realization dawned on me. “Harper, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Gabriel asked with a nervous smile. I gasped as this was not something I had ever imagined possible with Gabriel. I had never fantasized about being his wife and I had never been the type of girl to daydream about my wedding all I had wanted from him was his loyalty. “Harper?” he asked, concerned, his smile faltering a little. Having been an emotional wreck since the first trimester I was not spared the tears that overflowed from my eyes. I bawled like a baby as I nodded.

Ethan held out his hand. "Then we have a deal. Six months. We stay married. I help you get revenge. You help me keep my inheritance. Then we divorce and go our separate ways." I stared at his hand. This was insane. Agreeing to stay married to someone I didn't know, planning revenge like some kind of villain in a movie. But Marcus had betrayed me. Sophia had betrayed me. My mother cared more about appearances than my happiness. And I was done being the good daughter who took everything quietly.

hung in the air. They felt final and cold. I felt a mix of relief and dread. Victors face went pale. He didn't say anything.Isabellas eyes widened in shock. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Mom… please no…”“I've waited long for honesty. Too long for loyalty. And now I have neither " I said. My voice was steady.. My chest felt tight. "This stops here.”Victors hands clenched at his sides. I saw the battle inside him. He loved Isabella. He wanted to protect her.. He also knew I was right. He opened his mouth. Then he hesitated. He looked at Isabella. I saw the fear. Worry between them.I was sure of my decision. My hands were still shaking. I held my phone. I was ready to take the steps that would

"But I don't want to marry you anymore. You lied to me for two whole years while sleeping with my best friend. You got her pregnant, registered your marriage with her, and still came back pretending to love me. "You used the past to stab me where it hurt most. You called me dirty right to my face and said no one would ever want me. I gave you five years of my life with my whole heart, and all I got in return was betrayal. I will never marry a piece of trash like you." By the time I finished shouting, my voice had cracked. Blake's face grew paler and paler. He struggled to crawl toward me, reaching out to clutch the hem of my wedding dress.

The worst form of betrayal comes from the people you never expected it from. My family. My own husband and his parents, stabbing me in the back, literally. Lying to me, deceiving me, making me look like the biggest fool ever. But I actually am. I should have tried to know more about him before venturing into marriage, but he was in haste and I never knew why until now. He wanted to get married before his birthday, so he and his barbaric family could have a tasty meal of my intestines and flesh, then a satisfying drink of my well nourished blood to wash it all down!

The truth hit the room like an explosion, tearing straight through the polished calm of the wedding. The entire hall erupted. "Teresa's that vicious? Oh, my… She's been with that many men? Doesn't she worry about getting sick?" "And she had the nerve to call someone else trash? She's no better." "Mr. Tucker really got played. The woman he was about to marry has been with who knows how many people!" "So what does that make her? A community property?"

“WH… Ward and Hale?” Lucas’s stomach turned. “They catalogued our marriage like a merger,” he said slowly. “Like a corporate strategy.” Elias’s face darkened. “You think it was arranged?” “No,” Lucas said. “I think we fell in love. But someone maybe more than one person saw it as leverage. A way to stitch two legacies together.” Elias sat back, clearly rattled. “That would explain why your name’s buried in parts of my trust paperwork. Not just out of love it was business.”

Seven years of love meant nothing against seven months of betrayal. Some promises are easier to break than to keep. Kyros Arnaud Ferrero, the man I met at 17, was supposed to be my forever. Never did I imagine that his love would come with a betrayal. He loved me, yet he could hurt and betray me with the very friend I trusted. He could lie and cheat without even batting an eye. To get back at him, I married the brother he despises most—the current president of his company.